IN

I want to let you know that this is me.
I want to let you know that I can’t stop loving.
I can’t stop sensing.
And breathing,
And feeling more,
And loving more,
And the intensity of my actions strengthens,
And with them my memories,
And my force,
And I feel completely IN,
IN this circle of awakened people,
Still waking IN the process of intentions,
Waking souls,
Waking while living,
While dying,
While involving even those,
Who are hurt by the system?
Damaged souls.
Bip- Bip- Bip- Bip- Bip
Time to wake up!
And feel what I do,
And want more.
And insist on revealing the true essence
Of what I’ve become.
A leading puppet of my own wants,
A subject of stepping firmly and passionately
Intensively
Unconditionally being me,
Loving the results of love,
Seeing the fruits grow,
Seeing how connected a dream and an action are,
A dream,
An action,
An action upon a dream,
My third eye,
My moving hands,
My different mind full of innovation.

So this is what you teach,
You teach dreaming,
And I teach learning,
And we teach becoming one,
Without limits,
Without superficial colors,
Without a drawn line,
No line.
Only a hug and a collard green
IN our hearts,
Only our hands united covered by roots IN the city mud.
Only our bodies dancing to the songs of freedom and regeatton.
Freedom.
Regeatton.
One song.
Moving mode.
Running electricity from bone to bone.
Running thoughts
Of desired extended minutes
Inside the new face of room 8.
The room of emerging discoveries,
The room of unison, chaotic circle
Where we loudly recite our mantra:
“One for all and all for one”
And again,
“One for all and all for one”
And this is where I scream,
And raise my hands up high,
Believing,
In one for all,
And IN all for one,
Believing IN holy moments like such,
Believing IN the circle that we are part of,
A circle of dreamers,
A circle of gray love.

And I want to let you know that this is me.
I am IN.
IN the circle
Of many scenes,
That we’ve put together
Not really knowing how to connect cables,
But knowing what to show.
Maybe the reality of what we do,
Or perhaps the breaking down of our moves,
We know what to show.
Because it has already been shown.
See it?
It’s here.
This is the documentary of what we do.
And what is it that we do?
This is what we do.
We share the poem of love,
We sit on the dreamer’s chair and discover that dreaming is real,
We write,
We sing,
We improvise our lives,
We shake our booties to the rhythm of our unorganized plan,
Our real plan,
Of doing what we love,
Of jumping when we want to,
Of following the camera’s lens
And not being afraid of showing our faces.
And we stir it up!
And liberate ourselves from the outside world,
Remembering that we keep dreaming,
Dreaming IN love.